I don't see bodies
I see rivers
Open hearts
Clicking triggers
I don't see reality
I see metaphors
Drowning these similes
No sign of the shores
Dear body, I'm sorry
I can't see you for what you are
Dear body, I'm sorry
I drowned you at the bar
Dear body, I'm sorry
The scent still stinks
Dear body, I'm sorry
I know the razor stings
I saw a boy but he saw curves
Not a woman of her word
I said no, I screamed
He spoke but drunken slurs
By the way he seemed at first
I didn't think he'd act absurd
But he thought you were his play thing
And now we both are hurt
Dear body, I'm sorry
I can't see you for what you are
Dear body, I'm sorry
I drowned you at the bar
Dear body, I'm sorry
The scent still stinks
Dear body, I'm sorry
I know the razor stings
YOU ARE READING
Writings
PoetryAnything and everything. Most of it is bad. I wrote most of it when I was like 12 and being abused or recovering from it lol
